Jack stared at her in surprise and shuddered at her words. Although it was hard to believe that someone of her size and strength could throw him through a bookshelf, he still felt threatened just by the tone of voice she used. This girl was feisty and he appreciated that. No meant no. He hadn't often been turned down and wasn't sure what to do now. "Once again my apologies milady. What is it I can do to convince you to go out to eat with me? Nothing? Alright I'll leave you be and return to the movie, I suppose." Jack turned away, rolling his eyes a little, disappointed that he had failed. He never failed, and if he did he usually just ended up killing the one who had made him fail. But he couldn't kill her, he had no true reason too. 

What was there to do now. There was not a soul to comfort him. It was rather frustrating. Then he remembered feeling a pack of cigarettes in his pocket earlier. Yes. He really needed one at this point. Without hesitation, Jack walked out of the book store and pulled out the pack, there were only two left. One for him, and one for... well. Whatever. She wouldn't like him anyway, was it the way he looked? Or was it his social awkwardness that deterred her? WHATEVER. He didn't care, there were more important things to think about. Like how he had forgotten to bring his dufflebag out on the town, luckily for him he always kept a spare hidden away somewhere in the city if he needed to change quickly. The outfit and mask wasn't cheap, but he could get money whenever despite not being a thief he was damn good at thievery.

In the distance, he heard police sirens and wondered what was going on. Probably another old-timer having a heart attack or a cat stuck in a tree. Not his problem. If it was something like, another one of his 'buddies' then it would be his problem. But no, it couldn't have been, too little chaos in the air. 

With nothing to light his cigarette with, he wandered back inside and to the counter once again. "Excuse me, Miss. 'I will throw you through that bookshelf over there'. I'd HATE to bother you again." He glanced over his shoulder to make sure none of the fanboys were giving him dirty looks then returned his gaze to the red haired one. "I was wondering if you had a lighter or a match I could use... It's kind of important. Like VERY important actually. Life or death, really."